Backstage in Brockton Bay
A canon omake by the author
(Blame Strypgia for this)
“Wakey wakey sweetie,” I heard my girlfriend say from outside my nest of blankets on our bed. Even as she tried to coax me out of my warm nest my brain whined no, as I inched toward wakefulness.
“Don’t wanna,” I grumped from beneath the bunched-up blankets. I was warm, comfortable, and only lacking her in here along with me to be happy.
“Come on baby,” she cooed as I felt a weight settle on her side of the bed. “I have your coffee and one of those sausage, egg and bacon monstrosities of grease on a bagel you seem to love here for you.”
“Coffee?” even I could hear my voice perk up at the mention of the blood of the gods that is required by any normal person to get their body in motion for the day. In response my hand reached out from my nest and into the cold air of our on- site trailer
“Nuh uh,” my girlfriend replied before tickling the palm of my hand with one of her callused fingers. “You have to come out of your little nest to get either one,” she told me, “I let you take either in that pile and not only will there be a mess in the bed, but I’ll spend another two hours trying to get you out of there when you’re due in makeup in another hour. Now come on, I’ve got the bathroom all heated up for you.”
“Meanie,” I whined, but maybe a minute later I was smelling my usual Starbucks Caramel Macchiato, probably with my usual skim milk and three shots of espresso. “Alright, I’m up.” I groaned as I sat up and stared at Akane from my fortress of blankets, “It isn’t even light out yet,” I griped before looking over at the clock. “Akane, it’s barely six-a.m. why are you waking me up now?”
“Because you have an interview to film this morning before we shoot the scene for arriving at Arcadia,” she answered before handing me my coffee and bagel. “You have to be in makeup no later than seven and in the green room by eight for the interview itself. Add to that, I have to go shoot the preceding scene here in about twenty minutes and can’t wake you up at the last minute to shuffle you into makeup myself, so I’m getting you up now.”
I sighed at that because she was right, “Alright,” I muttered. “But once we’re done shooting today we’re going out to dinner, I’m tired of the take-out around here.”
Akane nodded, “And it’s too cold outside to even try to fire the grill up, so think about what you want to eat, and we’ll see what we can find.” I nodded and then shuffled into the miniscule bathroom that the trailer had to shower and start my day, even as I wolfed down my breakfast bagel.”
**
“Welcome to Stoop Talk,” Nessa, the hostess of the intro/outro interview series for our parent network USA said into the camera as we both sat on green screens so that I didn’t have to run all the way to New York to do this interview. Using the green screen allowed the post-production staff to edit in the Stoop Talk set, and a tennis ball for each of us allowed us to focus on where we should be looking. “Today I’m here with Taylor Sheridan one of the stars of USA’s new breakout superhero hit ‘Welcome to Brockton Bay.’ Taylor, why don’t you tell us a little about the series and your character?”
“Sure Nessa,” I answered moving my plain brown bangs from in front of my eyes, “The show is about a world where people receive super powers during the worst moment of their lives, and correspondingly, the bad decisions that tend to happen because of that. My character, Taylor Hebert for example has spent the last three years practically ignored by her father and the system while for the last year and a half she has been bullied by her former best friend and two of her new cronies. This bullying campaign culminates in Taylor being shoved into a locker full of biologic waste and triggering. Now, this generally sounds like a grim-dark kind of situation save for one thing, the entry of my co-star’s character Akane Tachamachi.”
“What has she to do with things and why is Taylor such a nobody to the system and her father?” the hostess asked.
“Taylor’s father and herself really are suffering from severe depression due to her mother dying about three years before the start of the show. Her father, Danny, has basically buried himself in his work as a result, trying to get work for the members of his union because the docks have been shut down due to the harbor being mostly blocked. The city is effectively rotting on the vine, practically anyone with the means to leave either has, or is making arrangements to do so, leaving only the poor, the destitute and the dedicated in the city.” I shook my head slightly, “It is definitely a darker than Gotham view of things”
“A very dark view for certain,” Nessa replied, “and something tells me that super-powers aren’t making things any better.”
“No,” I answered, “The city itself, according to the story blurb, has a higher super to normal ratio than practically anywhere else in the US, and is home to three major gangs that seem to be a finely balanced cold war between themselves and the Hero side of the law. The local police are rife with gang sympathizers which seems to include Neo-Nazi’s, druggies, and a pan-Asian gang led by a man that turns himself into a fire wielding dragon.”
“And your co-star’s character?” Nessa asked and I smile.
“Walks into the middle of this practically straight out of Tokyo,” I answered my smile turning a touch feral. “And proceeds to not even bother taking names as she starts to try and correct what she sees as wrong with the situation.”
Nessa matches my smile and replies, “Let’s watch a clip and see how that goes.”
A canon omake by the author
(Blame Strypgia for this)
“Wakey wakey sweetie,” I heard my girlfriend say from outside my nest of blankets on our bed. Even as she tried to coax me out of my warm nest my brain whined no, as I inched toward wakefulness.
“Don’t wanna,” I grumped from beneath the bunched-up blankets. I was warm, comfortable, and only lacking her in here along with me to be happy.
“Come on baby,” she cooed as I felt a weight settle on her side of the bed. “I have your coffee and one of those sausage, egg and bacon monstrosities of grease on a bagel you seem to love here for you.”
“Coffee?” even I could hear my voice perk up at the mention of the blood of the gods that is required by any normal person to get their body in motion for the day. In response my hand reached out from my nest and into the cold air of our on- site trailer
“Nuh uh,” my girlfriend replied before tickling the palm of my hand with one of her callused fingers. “You have to come out of your little nest to get either one,” she told me, “I let you take either in that pile and not only will there be a mess in the bed, but I’ll spend another two hours trying to get you out of there when you’re due in makeup in another hour. Now come on, I’ve got the bathroom all heated up for you.”
“Meanie,” I whined, but maybe a minute later I was smelling my usual Starbucks Caramel Macchiato, probably with my usual skim milk and three shots of espresso. “Alright, I’m up.” I groaned as I sat up and stared at Akane from my fortress of blankets, “It isn’t even light out yet,” I griped before looking over at the clock. “Akane, it’s barely six-a.m. why are you waking me up now?”
“Because you have an interview to film this morning before we shoot the scene for arriving at Arcadia,” she answered before handing me my coffee and bagel. “You have to be in makeup no later than seven and in the green room by eight for the interview itself. Add to that, I have to go shoot the preceding scene here in about twenty minutes and can’t wake you up at the last minute to shuffle you into makeup myself, so I’m getting you up now.”
I sighed at that because she was right, “Alright,” I muttered. “But once we’re done shooting today we’re going out to dinner, I’m tired of the take-out around here.”
Akane nodded, “And it’s too cold outside to even try to fire the grill up, so think about what you want to eat, and we’ll see what we can find.” I nodded and then shuffled into the miniscule bathroom that the trailer had to shower and start my day, even as I wolfed down my breakfast bagel.”
**
“Welcome to Stoop Talk,” Nessa, the hostess of the intro/outro interview series for our parent network USA said into the camera as we both sat on green screens so that I didn’t have to run all the way to New York to do this interview. Using the green screen allowed the post-production staff to edit in the Stoop Talk set, and a tennis ball for each of us allowed us to focus on where we should be looking. “Today I’m here with Taylor Sheridan one of the stars of USA’s new breakout superhero hit ‘Welcome to Brockton Bay.’ Taylor, why don’t you tell us a little about the series and your character?”
“Sure Nessa,” I answered moving my plain brown bangs from in front of my eyes, “The show is about a world where people receive super powers during the worst moment of their lives, and correspondingly, the bad decisions that tend to happen because of that. My character, Taylor Hebert for example has spent the last three years practically ignored by her father and the system while for the last year and a half she has been bullied by her former best friend and two of her new cronies. This bullying campaign culminates in Taylor being shoved into a locker full of biologic waste and triggering. Now, this generally sounds like a grim-dark kind of situation save for one thing, the entry of my co-star’s character Akane Tachamachi.”
“What has she to do with things and why is Taylor such a nobody to the system and her father?” the hostess asked.
“Taylor’s father and herself really are suffering from severe depression due to her mother dying about three years before the start of the show. Her father, Danny, has basically buried himself in his work as a result, trying to get work for the members of his union because the docks have been shut down due to the harbor being mostly blocked. The city is effectively rotting on the vine, practically anyone with the means to leave either has, or is making arrangements to do so, leaving only the poor, the destitute and the dedicated in the city.” I shook my head slightly, “It is definitely a darker than Gotham view of things”
“A very dark view for certain,” Nessa replied, “and something tells me that super-powers aren’t making things any better.”
“No,” I answered, “The city itself, according to the story blurb, has a higher super to normal ratio than practically anywhere else in the US, and is home to three major gangs that seem to be a finely balanced cold war between themselves and the Hero side of the law. The local police are rife with gang sympathizers which seems to include Neo-Nazi’s, druggies, and a pan-Asian gang led by a man that turns himself into a fire wielding dragon.”
“And your co-star’s character?” Nessa asked and I smile.
“Walks into the middle of this practically straight out of Tokyo,” I answered my smile turning a touch feral. “And proceeds to not even bother taking names as she starts to try and correct what she sees as wrong with the situation.”
Nessa matches my smile and replies, “Let’s watch a clip and see how that goes.”
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Currently writing BROBd